Something's going on. I know it. I'm left in the dark. I hate it when that happens.

It's alright, not like I'm going to enjoy it anyway. I'm sick. My throat is dry and scratchy and it feels like sandpaper. My nose is running like an open tap. And andI sound like a bloody french horn cos I'm trying to sniff my nose block away. %^&%&$&^.





Where's Val?